(A.N: Sorry for the hold up, lol. I had been busy all week with Aims and unfortunately I got grounded from my mom's pc so the only source of Internet I can get on is the Schools library so… you know. So here's Chapter two of: Delusions Of Love! P.S My birthday is on Sunday or I guess yesterday for you right now, lol… hope you like the story)
Chapter Two: Bloody Combo
I walked to my locker slowly and quietly. There weren't a lot of people around, probably because I was early… My locker had been one of the bottom lockers for some particular reason. I had to sit on the ground to get into my locker. I put my combination in. It didn't open. "What the hell." I said silently, as I got slightly furious. I put my combination in once again.
It still didn't open. I then pounded on my locker as hard as I could. "What the fuck!" I exclaimed loudly. I looked at my hands. They were bleeding… I then looked at the locker. I guess what had happened was that I banged on the air holes of the locker.
I then felt a hand on my right shoulder. I looked at my shadow. It looked like a man of some sort. I turned my head slowly. There I saw Mr. Beaker, the principle of St. Louis Jr. High. He looked at me, and then slowly turned his head towards my hands. "Well, looked at what we got here." Mr. Beaker said. I took my eyes of Mr. Beaker and then began once again to look at my hands, to of which began to bleed more and more. Mr. Beaker then took off his walky talky, which was attached to his belt buckle. He put his walky talky of to his mouth, still staring at me. "Yeah we got a one twenty-two on our hands." "I guess there's a lot of calls on names." I thought as I then took off my sweater and put them around my hands, which I should have done a long time ago.
Still talking Mr. Beaker then said, "So you need his name, okay I'll ask." He faced me. "Hey kid what's your name?" He questioned. "I wonder why there hasn't been anyone that came to looked at my hands?" I thought. I looked at my hands and then faced Mr. Beaker. "My names Jimmy, Jimmy Neutron." I said. He faced his walky talky again. "Yeah, his name is Jimmy Neutron." Mr. Beaker said with a facial expression. "We might have to call the nurse, this kid is bleeding pretty bad." He said as he looked at my wounds on my hands. "Ten four on that." He said as he put his walky talky back on his belt buckle and stared at me causally.
He looked away for a second and then looked back at me. "You know this isn't exactly how kids are supposed to be acting on the beginning of the first day of school." I looked at him, it seemed as if he was chewing on something. "Yeah, I know but sometimes there really is no good time or bad time." I said as I tried to take a glimpse of what he was chewing on. Mr. Beaker then silently sat down next to me. "So what is that supposed to mean?" He questioned looking at me like if he was impressed. "Well, there's your good times and there's your bad, like today for instance." I said as I looked down each hallway to see if anyone was coming.
"So what grade you in kid?" Mr. Beaker asked as he also looked down each hallway. "I'm in eighth Grade." I thoughtfully said. A lady with blond hair approached us. She was wearing a white nurses uniform. She looked up at Mr. Beaker. "This him?" She questioned. I looked up at the ceiling. "No duh!" I thought. Mr. Beaker nodded and then walked away slowly and calmly. He said five words as he walked down the hallway where I had come from. "Hope to see you again." I looked at the nurse. "So, um…" I stopped for a second. I looked at the nurse's face once more. She looked familiar, really familiar. I thought for a second. "Wait, oh my god!" I backed away slowly. She then made a small grin on her face. "Hello Jimmy, its been to long." She said as she started to laugh. I started to get up, but she had grabbed my leg. "Had any weird dream's lately?" The nurse said as she started to drag me towards her. I knew that nurse and only from one place, my dreams….
(A.N: Kind of suppositious I guess, I've been watching Lost on Wednesday so yeah, I'm making my stories wired, hope that it helps….)